NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

28.

SARAH

That’s it. I can’t do this anymore.

I was this close to losing my mind. Every second stretched unbearably thin, each word she spoke grating against my sanity. I needed to get the hell out of here before I shattered completely.

"Sarah," her voice cut through the buzzing chaos in my head, sharper this time, demanding my attention. I clenched my fists, plastering on a smile that had begun to physically hurt.

“Yes, Your Highness,” I replied, feigning respect as though the last hour hadn’t been pure torture. My jaw ached from forcing this polite charade, and I wished I could tell her exactly what I thought of her endless droning.

“Did you hear what I’ve been saying?” The Queen asked, her tone laced with condescension. I nearly rolled my eyes right there but resisted, knowing it would only make this ordeal longer.

Oh, I heard you, alright. How could I not when she’d been rambling nonstop about the importance of this ceremony, how every noble here was crucial, and how I absolutely couldn’t screw this up? Apparently, I was expected to memorize names and titles like some kind of puppet. She never paused, never noticed how utterly ridiculous it all was.

Three fucking hours.

She has been talking for that long and I already want to tell Alex that I'm done with this contract.

But I can't. The only reason for enduring this woman here is because of James, if not…

"Of course, Your Highness. I have." I used the softest tone possible which seemed to annoy her even more.

“Fine then.” She scrowls, removing her gaze from me then scanned the entire room.”Where is my son anyway?”

Ah. That's the most brilliant question she has asked all day and my reply was a hard no.

“I have no idea,” I said simply, shrugging my shoulders.

Ever since our little talk yesterday, I thought he would show up and mock me about what I talked having sex next time

Which won't be happening anytime soon. Definitely. No way.

Not a chance in hell—

“How can you not know where he is?” She was this close to raising her voice but a couple passed us, taking a slight bow at her so she simply smiled back and since I have an experience with fakeness, she could be a Hollywood start with acting.

"I’m just his pretend fiancée, remember? I’m not obligated to track his every move.”

“Well, you must find him,” she snapped before brushing past me. “Excuse me. I have other matters to attend to.”

Thank. Fuck.

I smiled sweetly, letting the venom drip from my words. “Of course, Your Highness. Thank you for your invaluable guidance. It’s always a pleasure.”